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She mouths the word "no."

GILLESPIE:

-- Look, Robby, if I had any other

choice, I wouldn't be here.

ROBBY:

You should've let me have them.

You can't take care of them.

Beat. Robby's torn. The dogs nuzzle against her leg.

GILLESPIE:

I won't be gone long.

ROBBY:

You know I'm moving to Atlanta -they

want me to start in four days.

GILLESPIE:

I'll be back before that.

ROBBY:

(sharply)

Four days is four weeks -- to you.

Silence.

GILLESPIE:

It wasn't all my fault, Robby.

ROBBY:

(quietly)

I know.

A long beat.

ROBBY:

I'll look after them on one

condition:
if you're not back in

four days, they're mine.

Gillespie doesn't like it.

GILLESPIE:

Okay.

(CONTINUED)

12.

CONTINUED:

ROBBY:

In writing.

She unlatches the door and moves inside. The dogs race

after her. Gillespie enters...

FRONT HALL:

overflowing with moving boxes, some sealed, others waiting

to be packed. Gillespie feels awkward, a stranger in his

own home.

She hands him a prescription pad. He crosses off her

nameplate, "Roberta Keough, MD," and starts writing

while Robby enters...

KITCHEN:

ROBBY:

Hey, guys, c'mon!

They follow her in.

ROBBY:

Guess what I got?

The DOGS BARK excitedly.

ROBBY:

Damn straight!

She opens the freezer, grabs a couple of frozen bagels and

flips them to the DOGS. They catch the bagels and start

CHOMPING.

ROBBY:

I missed you guys so much.

Gillespie hands her the note.

ROBBY:

(reading it)

'I, Michael Gillespie, agree that

if I'm not back in exactly four

days from now, the ownership of my

dogs, Osler and Harvey, will go

to Roberta Keough.'

(handing it back)

Time and date it.

He does. She points to a huge box on the kitchen

table:

(CONTINUED)

13.

CONTINUED:

ROBBY:

That's stuff from med school...

Some of it's yours. I don't know

if you want any of it.

He fishes through it, shoving aside old medical books

and equipment. He finds an old wood stethoscope with

thick rubber tubing. He shoves in into his pocket.

GILLESPIE:

Got a place yet?

ROBBY:

An apartment.

GILLESPIE:

The first thing you'll do is spend

the whole night unpacking...

You'll stay up 'til dawn but

you'll get everything in its

place.

ROBBY:

(smiles)

Probably.

GILLESPIE:

Nothin' in my life has been

organized since you left, Robby.

Beat. She's surprised at his admission. And uncomfortable.

So's he. He continues searching through

the box and pulls out...

A photo taken during their honeymoon cruise: they're

both smiling radiantly as they hold between them a

trophy of a dancing couple.

GILLESPIE:

Y'know, this is the only evidence

on Earth that I was ever graceful.

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